Chapter 755: Talk Less, Do More

Chapter 755: Chapter 755: Talk Less, Do More

When Mr. Lancaster saw her loaded down with so many things, he frowned. "Claire Sinclair, what are you doing with all that stuff?"

Claire explained, "I’m just going to take these down to my car. Sister Sophia said they’re confidential and can’t be seen by anyone else."

Mr. Lancaster glanced at the name on the top folder she was holding. He seemed to understand something and said no more, only adding, "Next time, try not to handle personal business before a shoot. Go on, take those down. Wait for me on the first floor."

"Yes!" Claire hurriedly carried the items downstairs.

The moment Claire’s silhouette vanished into the elevator, Lynn Dawson, the production director accompanying Mr. Lancaster, immediately piped up, "Seriously, Claire... Doesn’t she realize how tiring it is for us, lugging these cameras around for a shoot? She has zero self-awareness."

Mr. Lancaster said coldly, "Talk less, work more. Get your things together. Let’s go."

Lynn Dawson stuck out her tongue, quickly shouldered her things, and followed Mr. Lancaster out.

When they arrived on the first floor, Claire had already put her things away and was waiting in the lobby.

Seeing Mr. Lancaster lugging the camera with his left hand and the tripod with his right, Claire immediately walked over to help. "Mr. Lancaster, let me carry the tripod."

A trace of surprise flashed in Mr. Lancaster’s eyes, but he didn’t show it and silently handed the tripod to her.

Lynn Dawson, standing off to the side, hadn’t expected Claire to actually volunteer to carry the tripod. She was a little surprised. ’I thought a pampered girl like her wouldn’t do this kind of heavy lifting.’

However...

Lynn’s gaze fell on Claire’s baby-soft hands, and that faint flicker of surprise instantly vanished.

’Those hands have obviously never done a day of housework. So her helping Mr. Lancaster with the tripod now? She must be putting on an act to suck up to him.’

’I’ve seen plenty of people like her. Hmph...’

The three of them got into the car, and Mr. Lancaster drove them toward the shoot location.

Claire couldn’t resist asking, "Mr. Lancaster, what are we going to be filming?"

Before Mr. Lancaster could open his mouth, Lynn Dawson cut in, "The West District Beltway Bridge is opening. We’re going to film it."

"Oh." ’So that’s what this is about,’ Claire understood.

Silence fell over the car.

After a while, Lynn Dawson suddenly stared at her phone and exclaimed, "Oh my god, Aunt Marshall is cheating on her husband with some boy toy! How ridiculous is that?!"

’Aunt Marshall?’

Claire had to admit, she hadn’t followed the entertainment world in a long time. For a moment, she couldn’t place the name.

Mr. Lancaster spoke up. "Why are you staring at celebrity gossip all day? I keep telling you to pay more attention to the lives of everyday people. You’re completely unfocused!"

Lynn Dawson retorted, "Mr. Lancaster, following gossip doesn’t conflict with my work. Don’t be so strict. You’ll scare off our new intern here."

Finding herself unexpectedly pulled into the conversation, Claire naturally chimed in, "If celebrities are spreading a positive message, it’s worth following and sharing. But if it’s negative, there’s no need to give it attention. I wouldn’t say following celebrity gossip means you’re not serious about your work, but it’s not good to just blindly jump on the bandwagon, either. A lot of what you see online is fake anyway."

A flicker of surprise went through Mr. Lancaster’s mind again. He said, "See? You’re the one who makes sense."

Lynn Dawson muttered under her breath, "Anyone can preach. What’s scary are the hypocrites who say one thing and do another—complaining that chasing clout is a sin while they’re desperately doing it themselves."

The implication was clear: Claire herself was prime gossip fodder. Now that she was a has-been, she was trying every trick in the book to regain fame, and her internship at their TV station was just a ploy to stage a comeback.